STARTED WITH A KISS (Raquelle x Barbie)

One Kiss Changed Everything

Raquelle stood in front of Barbie’s trailer staring at the door in a stir of confusion and intrigue. This entire scenario is unreal why the hell is she standing outside Barbie’s trailer when Barbie had so many friends to be here instead? Why was she the one Barbie called twelve times to help her run through lines? Raquelle’s ego was stroked a little that she was who Barbie came to but realizing how desperate Barbie sounded left Raquelle concerned and a little uneasy. What caused little Miss Perfect to get to the point where she was calling her frenemy twelve times for help?

“Whatever,” Raquelle mumbled, she was here already, and standing out here looking like a lost child is embarrassing. She took out her phone checking her appearance, noting that her lipstick needed fixing. She felt relieved to have something to ground her, reapplying her strawberry-flavored lipstick reenergized her. She looked beautiful, good enough to eat. She flipped her raven locks behind her and smirked knocking on the door aggressively. “I’m here!” She announced with feigned annoyance, she had a reputation to uphold after all.

Barbie swiftly opened the door, she was panting, her makeup looked rushed but she managed to look irritatingly good. “I’m so glad you’re here!” She squealed embracing Raquelle so tight Raquelle audibly choked on air.

“Hi?” Raquelle was stunned, she liked being held by Barbie, she felt warm inside from how happy Barbie was to see her but she also felt scared. She was blushing, really, really, hard. Her heart was jumping, fuck it was doing an entire recital and her mind was racing with thoughts of needing more. What is happening? Did..did she…like he–Raquelle detached herself from Barbie roughly. Barbie smiled not offended at all. Raquelle wished she could see what the hell was going on in the blonde’s head nothing she did fazed her. Raquelle stepped inside not bothering to apologize for pushing Barbie away from her.

Raquelle cleared her throat “You wanted my help with lines, right? Let’s start.”

Barbie tilted her head cutely–fuck she finds her cute. “Have you eaten?”

“What?” Raquelle’s eyes landed on Barbie’s attire–she was in a figure-hugging hot pink dress. Breathing is starting to get difficult. Raquelle quickly plopped down onto Barbie’s couch, she snatched the script off the coffee table and stared at the title Serenity. “I-I’m fine I’ll eat later let’s get started.”

“You like the dress?” Barbie coyly asks, taking the script out of Raquelle’s hands. “From the way you’re looking at me, I think you do.” Barbie’s eyes move up and down drinking in Raquelle’s outfit–a black tank and jean short shorts, her blue eyes darken for a moment and then return to their sky blue color again.

Raquelle’s brain started to work again and her lips curled into a smirk “Trying to distract me because you’re afraid I’ll be better at acting than you?”

Barbie returned the smirk startling Raquelle severely. “I don’t have to do much to distract you it seems.”

“W-what?” Raquelle stupidly stutters. She thought standing outside like a lost child was embarrassing but this was worse she was acting like a fool blushing, and stuttering all because of Barbie’s behavior and her unwanted feelings of..of..fuck..she’s lost it.

“Can I be honest?” Barbie asks, her voice is soft and alluring.

Raquelle averted her gaze fixed on the door, the damned door she shouldn’t have entered. “P-please do we’re wasting time!” I want to shoot myself,

“Filming has been so stressful with all these pigs around trying to make a move on me, and Mark, my co-star,  is insufferable the only time I like him is when we’re doing our scenes together. The only time I can relax is when I’m not needed and being the lead doesn’t give me much time to recharge.”